Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

The night was dark, and a cold wind blew between the underground stone steps and corridors.

Amanta stood side by side with Harry in the outer corridor of the Slytherin Common Room, her eyes fixed sharply on Draco who was trying to leave quietly.

He looked hurried and moved on tiptoe.

"Where are you going so late?" Amanta's voice was calm, but there was a sharpness in it.

Draco's pace paused slightly, then he quickly regained his usual composure.

His eyes wandered over them for a moment, he raised his chin slightly, pulled the corner of his mouth, and said teasingly: "Ms. Merlin, is taking a walk late at night also against the law in Hogwarts?"

Harry rolled his eyes impatiently, crossed his arms, and spoke bluntly without any concealment.

"Stop pretending. We all know what you've been doing late at night lately."

Amanta stared at Draco and lowered her voice suddenly: "The person who has been threatening you is Antonin Dolohov?"

As soon as these words came out, the air seemed to freeze instantly.

Draco's eyes changed slightly, and his fingertips tightened subconsciously. There was still a faint sneer on the corners of his mouth, but the emotions in his eyes were slightly cracked.

"What the hell are you talking about?" He said stubbornly, with his usual arrogant tone, "I just went out for some fresh air—"

Amanta interrupted him directly: "Why don't you give him the Gaunt coat of arms? What are you going to do?"

Harry also stared at him, his voice lowered, "Draco, you found it, right? Why didn't you hand it over? What on earth were you thinking? Just keep holding on until you can't hold on any longer?"

Draco's face turned pale in an instant, his teeth clenched, and the emotions surging in his eyes were complicated and painful.

The embarrassment of having his heart touched made him subconsciously turn his face away, but he still clenched his teeth and refused to admit it.

Amanta's eyes turned cold, and she suddenly grabbed his arm with such force that Draco frowned and looked down at her: "...Amanta?"

"Why didn't you tell me?" Amanta asked in a low voice, with uncontrollable anger and confusion in her voice, "You knew we could face it together, but you carried it all alone! Are you crazy?!"

Draco's Adam's apple rolled and his lips opened and closed slightly, but he couldn't speak.

"Do you think you can get through this as long as you endure it?" Amanta sneered, her voice full of sharp sarcasm. "Draco, how long do you really think you can hold out? Or do you plan to let Anthony torture you again and again until you can't hold out any longer?"

Harry punched the wall and growled, "What on earth are you thinking?! Do you think you can handle everything by yourself? Or do you think that we are not your friends?"

"You think we'll let you die alone?!"

Draco raised his head abruptly, his eyes filled with emotions. He clenched his teeth and finally spoke word by word: "I don't want to implicate you."

The struggle in his eyes was almost naked.

"You have no idea what they are like," Draco said hoarsely, "Antonin Dolohov is not an ordinary Death Eater. He won't give me a choice—"

"So you're just going to let yourself be tortured to death?" Amanta laughed in anger, "Are you crazy, or do you think we're all crazy and that's why we let you die alone?"

Draco's expression froze, and his hands hanging by his sides trembled slightly.

Harry took a deep breath and spoke in a calmer tone than before, but with a firmness that could not be refused: "Draco, we are friends."

Draco was stunned.

Harry met his gaze with a rare serious look in his eyes: "Whether you are willing to admit it or not, you are my friend, and Amanta's friend. Friends do not shoulder everything alone, but face it together."

His voice was calm and certain, "You won't be alone, Draco."

Draco's Adam's apple rolled, his light grey eyes fluctuated violently, his fingertips tightened, cold sweat appeared on his palms.

After a long time, he finally spoke, his voice hoarse: "...I can't hand it over."

Amanta and Harry looked at each other, both with shock in their eyes.

"Why?" Amanta frowned, her voice colder than before, "You knew they wouldn't let it go, so why did you take the risk of hiding it?"

Draco took a deep breath, his grey eyes full of exhaustion and struggle, "Because it cannot fall into the hands of the Dark Lord."

His voice was low and firm. "You have no idea of ​​its true function... The Gaunt coat of arms is more than just a family emblem. It can - command the tribe."

The air solidified at this moment.

Amanta's heart sank suddenly, and there was a hint of shock in her eyes.

"Command the tribe? What does that mean?"

Draco pursed his lips and spoke in a heavy tone: "The blood of the Gaunt family does not just symbolize pure blood. It once ruled some hidden families and tribes among the dark wizards, and even some non-human tribes. As long as you control the Gaunt emblem, you can make these hidden tribes pledge allegiance..."

Harry gasped. "So Voldemort wants to use it to gather more forces?"

Draco nodded and said in a low voice: "He has been looking for this thing, but he didn't know that it had already fallen into the hands of the Malfoy family."

Amanta's eyes flickered slightly, and she instantly thought of a possibility: "You mean... you took it from home?"

Draco tilted his head slightly, looked at her with complicated eyes, and finally nodded.

"It was originally hidden in Borgin and Burke's shop, and later bought by my father and hidden in the manor. But I felt... the manor was too unsafe and they might find it at any time, so I asked Dobby to take me back and bring it with me."

His voice was low and deep, revealing a deep fatigue.

"But this matter cannot be known to anyone."